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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pagett, M.P.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The toad beneath the harrow knows<br>Exactly where eath tooth-point goes.<br>The butterfly upon the road<br>Preaches contentment to that toad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith --<br>He spoke of the heat of India as the "Asian Solar Myth";<br>Came on a four months' visit, to "study the East," in November,<br>And I got him to sign an agreement vowing to stay till September.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">March came in with the koil. Pagett was cool and gay,<br>Called me a "bloated Brahmin," talked of my "princely pay."<br>March went out with the roses. "Where is your heat?" said he.<br>"Coming," said I to Pagett, "Skittles!" said Pagett, M.P.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">April began with the punkah, coolies, and prickly-heat, --<br>Pagett was dear to mosquitoes, sandflies found him a treat.<br>He grew speckled and mumpy-hammered, I grieve to say,<br>Aryan brothers who fanned him, in an illiberal way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May set in with a dust-storm, -- Pagett went down with the sun.<br>All the delights of the season tickled him one by one.<br>Imprimis -- ten day's "liver" -- due to his drinking beer;<br>Later, a dose of fever --slight, but he called it severe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dysent'ry touched him in June, after the Chota Bursat --<br>Lowered his portly person -- made him yearn to depart.<br>He didn't call me a "Brahmin," or "bloated," or "overpaid,"<br>But seemed to think it a wonder that any one stayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">July was a trifle unhealthy, -- Pagett was ill with fear.<br>'Called it the "Cholera Morbus," hinted that life was dear.<br>He babbled of "Eastern Exile," and mentioned his home with tears;<br>But I haven't seen my children for close upon seven years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We reached a hundred and twenty once in the Court at noon,<br>(I've mentioned Pagett was portly) Pagett, went off in a swoon.<br>That was an end to the business; Pagett, the perjured, fled<br>With a practical, working knowledge of "Solar Myths" in his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I laughed as I drove from the station, but the mirth died out on my lips<br>As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their "Eastern trips,"<br>And the sneers of the traveled idiots who duly misgovern the land,<br>And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510850" data-title="Pagett, M.P. de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith -- He spoke of the heat of India as the "Asian Solar..."></div> </div> </div>
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